Chapter 1039: The work of the Demon Lord, the spirit treasure Bone-Burial

The three great spirit treasures of the Dao Sect—the Star Gate, the Bone-Burial Umbrella, and the Rotten-Cane Chessboard!

The Star Gate connects heaven and earth, linking the Profound Realm; it is a rare space spirit treasure.

The Rotten-Cane Chessboard is even more miraculous, possessing the ability to collect spiritual inspiration and suppress the luck of a continent. In fact, after absorbing the memories of his clone Zhou Fuyou, Luo Chen was even more full of praise for the efficacy of this treasure. He clearly remembered that when he went to the Mirage Dragon Cave Heaven years ago, the spiritual veins everywhere were scattered and not very suitable for cultivation. But when this batch of disciples from the Zhou Fuyou sixty-year grand competition entered, there were many excellent third-tier spiritual veins, fourth-tier spiritual veins, and even a fifth-tier spiritual vein that helped Ke Lianshan break through to Soul Transformation!

Such a stark change was only because the Rotten-Cane Chessboard had been nourishing it for ten thousand years.

Therefore, in Luo Chen's view, the Rotten-Cane Chessboard also had the magical effect of pointing out spiritual acupoints and accumulating energy into veins.

In fact, this effect should have been discovered long ago.

Central Province, with the land of one province, possesses the Heaven-Earth Island, the Rotten-Cane Mountain Range, the two great Dao Palaces of Tiannan and Libei, and the sunken Western Continent—a total of five fifth-tier spiritual veins!

It crushes the other four continents with an absolute advantage!

This was definitely not formed naturally; one can imagine what role the Rotten-Cane Chessboard played in it.

It is just unknown whether this spirit treasure survived the explosion of the Ming Water Spring Eye?

As for the Bone-Burial Umbrella?

Luo Chen stared at the slightly illusory bone umbrella under the raging fire, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

As if to verify something, he reached out and beckoned.

An ancient great sword was held in his hand.

It was precisely the Yutu Sword!

The current Yutu Sword, after Luo Chen lifted the restrictions and nourished it with his Nascent Soul main body's magic power for a hundred years, finally took the last step and achieved the rank of spirit treasure.

This was also an important factor why the final move was able to kill Lian Cheng like a hot knife through butter.

Using a spirit treasure flying sword, which is the sharpest in the world, to execute the Great Perfection "Thousand Heavens Merging Flow," its power was by no means as simple as one plus one equals two; Lian Cheng's defeat under that move was not unjust.

At this moment, as the sword and umbrella reflected each other, Luo Chen's eyes lit up.

"Sure enough!"

"The refining style of the two is almost inherited from the same lineage."

"Could this umbrella be the work of the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord?"

Luo Chen had dabbled in the art of artifact refining.

He could not be called a master, but he at least had the level of an artifact refining grandmaster, and there were not a few magic treasures and true artifacts born in his hands.

Therefore, he naturally had a certain ability to distinguish the styles of various artifact refiners.

At this moment, in his view, the Yutu Blood Sword and the Bone-Burial Umbrella both had extremely distinct refining styles.

One focused on slaughter, sharp and unparalleled!

One focused on defense, impervious to water and fire, and untouchable by blades!

This extreme refining style was relatively rare in the current cultivation world.

The magic treasures refined by people in the world often pursued diversity and comprehensiveness, intending to deal with various emergencies with a small number of magic treasures.

For example, Luo Chen's natal magic treasure, the Hunyuan Cauldron, gathered various effects such as suppression, entrapment, nourishment, and even offense and defense.

Or like Zhou Fuyou's Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, which was biased toward defense, but also had effects such as suppression and restraint.

Luo Chen had only seen this refining style, which pursued only a single power like the Yutu Sword and the Bone-Burial Umbrella, in the hands of one artifact refiner.

The Heaven-Refining Demon Lord!

"According to what the tool spirit of the Heaven-Refining Cauldron said back then, the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord refined a total of thirteen spirit treasures in his life. One was gifted to the Yaochi Merchant Woman, one fell into the hands of the Heavenly Origin Great Venerable, and one remained within his own clan. Of the remaining ten, five were destroyed by Qixia Yuanjun, leaving only five in the Mingzhao Heaven."

"The Heavenly Origin Great Venerable is an ancestor-level figure of the Heavenly Origin Dao Sect; could this Bone-Burial Umbrella be the spirit treasure obtained from the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord?"

"Bestowed by him and brought into the Mountain-Sea Realm."

The more Luo Chen thought about it, the more he felt it fit the speculation.

Otherwise, it could not explain why the style of the Bone-Burial Umbrella was completely different from the other two great Dao Sects' town-sect treasures.

Recalling the battle with Lian Cheng back then, Luo Chen also felt a bit of luck.

Executing the "Thousand Heavens Merging Flow" with the Yutu Sword could be called the strongest killing move in Luo Chen's hands, but against Lian Cheng, who was driving the Bone-Burial Umbrella with all his might, it was still blocked for a moment.

The defensive power of this spirit treasure was truly beyond imagination.

However, unexpectedly, the Bone-Burial Umbrella itself was flawed!

That peerless defensive ability had an insignificant crack, as if it had been forcibly torn open by someone.

Following that crack, Luo Chen was able to succeed in one go and forcibly kill Lian Cheng.

"I don't know what kind of shocking means could tear open such a defensive spirit treasure and finally create a glimmer of opportunity for me?"

While murmuring, Luo Chen's gaze fell on the bone umbrella again.

He was very greedy for this spirit treasure and had once wanted to subdue it.

However, the reason why a spirit treasure is a spirit treasure is that it has a tool spirit.

If the tool spirit is unwilling, let alone Luo Chen, even a true Soul Transformation grandmaster would find it difficult to forcibly subdue it.

Having obtained this object for twenty years, the tool spirit inside had been hiding and refusing to meet Luo Chen, obviously not wanting to recognize him as its master.

This made Luo Chen very annoyed.

Because he needed to heal his injuries, he did not want to use any gentle means, so he simply chose the most extreme approach: burning it day and night with the earth vein evil fire.

But even so, the Bone-Burial Umbrella's tool spirit still resisted stubbornly, seemingly preferring to be shattered rather than be a whole tile.

Now, Luo Chen had a faint idea of how to subdue the Bone-Burial Umbrella's tool spirit.

"Little Tu, come out!"

With a thought, a blood-colored halo flashed on the Yutu Sword, and an image of a fierce and ferocious little beast emerged.

Although it was fierce and ferocious, when it saw Luo Chen, it was affectionate and well-behaved.

It was precisely the Yutu Sword's sword spirit!

After thoroughly nourishing this sword to the spirit treasure level, the tool spirit escaped from ignorance and opened its wisdom.

Along with some memories of this beast before its death, Luo Chen also learned of them.

Its origin was very special; it was a type of demon beast in the Demon Realm called "Tusu."

This beast rarely appeared, and when it was born, it would often gnaw on the mother's power to strengthen itself; it is rumored that it also has the notoriety of a great fierce beast in the Demon Realm.

But Little Tu was a bit tragic.

When it was born, there were eight other brothers, leading to its power being too dispersed.

The nine young Tusu killed each other, and in the end, only Little Tu survived, but it was also on the verge of death.

The Heaven-Refining Demon Lord encountered it by chance and fused it into a carefully refined true artifact treasure sword, intending not only to make use of waste but also seemingly to experiment with artificial tool spirits.

Later, this sword changed hands and fell into Luo Chen's hands, drinking countless blood and undergoing tempering by sword energy, finally reaching the spirit treasure level.

The current Yutu Sword had already claimed the lives of three grandmasters, and that trace of ferocity had been thoroughly stimulated.

Sensing Luo Chen's thoughts, it stared fiercely at the bone umbrella in the raging fire.

With a low roar, it rushed in directly.

Luo Chen's method was very simple.

Since the umbrella spirit did not want to communicate with him, he would let the sword spirit, which was also a magic treasure tool spirit, communicate with it.

Both were tool spirits, and both came from the hands of the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord, so they could be considered to have another origin.

It should be much better than him forcibly subduing this treasure.

Watching the sword spirit Little Tu go in, Luo Chen waited with a smile.

It was just that this smile disappeared from Luo Chen's face after the bone umbrella slowly opened.

He did not know what happened inside.

He only knew that from the tightly closed bone umbrella, a sleeping aura awakened and pressured the sword spirit with a powerful posture.

Although the sword spirit was in a disadvantageous position, that ferocity could not be suppressed.

The two collided continuously, causing the surrounding raging fire to sway endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen contained a look of worry.

"How about, forget it?"

"The sword spirit was only condensed not long ago; if it is damaged inside, the loss will outweigh the gain."

Just when Luo Chen wanted to give up, the floating, tightly closed bone umbrella suddenly opened.

Whoosh!

A blood light rushed out.

It manifested the image of a little beast, wagging its tail in front of Luo Chen, looking very proud of itself.

Was it asking for credit?

"Did it succeed?"

Luo Chen looked forward with expectation at the bone umbrella that was spread out like a flower.

A white, illusory figure gradually condensed and took shape.

It was a young girl, as beautiful as a flower, as grim as bone, with a look of sorrow on her face.

Seeing Luo Chen, she bowed gracefully.

"Little Bone, greets the master."

It succeeded just like that?

Luo Chen was stunned and subconsciously looked at the sword spirit.

Little Tu was rolling on the Yutu Sword, very comfortable.

Truly, all the painstaking efforts were useless, but it was obtained without any effort!

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then released a trace of spiritual sense, and the Bone-Burial Umbrella's umbrella spirit did not refuse, opening its own restrictions.

As the two made contact, some vague memory fragments surfaced in Luo Chen's mind.

The most recent one was a river of sword energy like a star stream washing over.

The happiest one was when the bone umbrella opened, and the young girl smiled gracefully.

And the most painful one...

An isolated island, a dangerous cliff, the vibration of heaven and earth primordial energy, a fire phoenix forcibly tearing the tough umbrella surface!

Boom!

Luo Chen felt as if he had been hit hard, suddenly waking up, his eyes showing shock.

"Qixia Yuanjun!"

Looking at the desolate and sorrowful young girl again, Luo Chen already understood what had happened to it.

In the battle at Broken Soul Cliff back then, the Five Elders of Heavenly Origin used this spirit treasure as a foundation to build a peerless array, attempting to trap and kill Qixia Yuanjun.

However, the final result was a failure!

Qixia Yuanjun forcibly broke the array, killed four Soul Transformation grandmasters, and even escaped from Broken Soul Cliff under the attack of the Void Refinement Great Desolation Hanging Soul Wilderness.

Lian Cheng luckily did not die and returned to the Heavenly Origin Dao Sect with the Bone-Burial Umbrella.

But the heavy damage Qixia Yuanjun caused to the Bone-Burial Umbrella could not be healed in a short time, which created a breakthrough opportunity for Luo Chen's shocking sword.

"It was hard on you."

After the shock, Luo Chen's expression was complex, and he reached out to summon the Bone-Burial Umbrella.

Just a little bit!

Just a little bit more, and this Bone-Burial Umbrella would have become the sixth Demon Lord spirit treasure destroyed by Qixia Yuanjun.

Fortunately, the battle at Broken Soul Cliff was within the Mountain-Sea Realm, which constrained Qixia Yuanjun's power, thus preserving the Bone-Burial Umbrella.

If it had been in the Profound Realm where Qixia Yuanjun and the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord fought, the unconstrained peak Void Refinement stage power would have been enough to destroy the Bone-Burial Umbrella itself.

"From now on, you will follow me, and I will find a way to repair you."

Rubbing the barely visible yet shocking crack on the umbrella surface, he seemed to be able to faintly detect a trace of scorching power.

It was not the earth fire from the Pill Dust Hall, but a familiar flame.

Nirvana Holy Fire!

If it was the injury caused by this fire, he might have a way to repair it bit by bit.

The young girl in white nodded gently and then drilled into the bone umbrella.

Luo Chen had a thought, and two streams of light entered his body.

In the Purple Mansion.

The Nascent Soul figure sat in the center, wearing black armor, holding a blood sword, and a bone umbrella slowly opened above its head; wisps of magic power escaped from the Nascent Soul figure and were continuously absorbed by the bone umbrella.

And in the distance, the fire bird soared and circled, and the withered fire tree drooped.

……

A day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.

Being in the Pill Saint Blessed Land, even without a special time flow difference, for the high-tier cultivators who practiced in seclusion here, they still could not feel the passage of time.

In a daze, since Luo Chen returned, a decade passed in a flash.

During the decade, Luo Chen healed his injuries while nourishing the Bone-Burial Umbrella with his own magic power, deepening the close connection between the two.

The successively refined Ambrosia Elixirs were also well-nourished, and cultivators from the Luotian Sect came to take them and send them to the major sects of the Eastern Wasteland that Luo Chen had promised.

This day!

Luo Chen was flipping through a scroll of drawings in a pavilion on a beautiful hilltop.

The scene drawn on it was quite familiar.

It was the full view of Mount Yanfu!

This was the panoramic map of Yanfu that Little White had spent decades painstakingly drawing, avoiding various formations and restrictions and using countless little ghosts.

It pointed out the location of each cave dwelling and also marked the approximate power of each formation.

Especially two places, which were specially depicted.

One was the Tianyuan Palace, and the other was the Tianze Palace!

These were the locations of the Daoist sites of the Tianyuan Ancestor and the Black Marsh Ancestor, two of the three great ancestors of the Mingyuan Sect, and their status was no less than the Tianming Palace where the Sect Master was located.

The Tianming Palace had been opened following the great battle back then, as well as the later impact of ghosts and the appearance of the Ming Water Spring Eye. But the Tianyuan Palace and the Tianze Palace were still protected by formations, and what treasures were inside made many people feel tempted.

But unfortunately, since Min Longyu fell, the person best at formations in the Luotian Sect was Luo Chen.

And Luo Chen had to heal his injuries and refine magic treasures, so he naturally could not spare time to crack those formations.

If he hired formation experts from outside, such as those like Tianduzi, there might be a chance to crack them one by one, but in that case, the things inside would inevitably have to be shared.

"These formations are interesting; after I reach Soul Transformation, I might be able to try cracking them."

Not might, it should be said definitely!

Mount Yanfu was the Luotian Sect mountain gate that Luo Chen truly favored.

He could not let Mount Yanfu remain buried in the nether abyss forever.

And to restart Mount Yanfu, he naturally had to break some of the large formations inside.

Just as Luo Chen was thinking, his expression suddenly moved, and he looked at a certain place with joy.

A mysterious aura emanated from a mountain peak.

Heaven and earth resonated, as if there was a response.

Between the sky, dark clouds surged, gradually forming a trend of a mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building.

This was the heavenly omen of Nascent Soul formation!

Logically speaking, one cannot undergo tribulation in a blessed land.

Like Canglong back then, Luo Chen specifically took her to the outside world to undergo that Nascent Soul heavenly tribulation.

But the current Luotian Sect no longer needed to hide, the gate of the blessed land had already been opened and was kept in an open state all year round.

And because of the event of Luo Chen comprehending the origin of water back then, which caused the heaven and earth to vibrate and connect with the outside world, the Pill Saint Blessed Land and the outside heaven and earth were actually indistinguishable.

At this moment, the heavenly omen appeared, and it must be that someone was about to take that final step.

When the lightning flashed, figures flew out from all over the blessed land, looking at that location.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two escape lights landed in front of Luo Chen.

"Husband!"

"Brother!"

Looking at Gu Caiyi and Canglong, Luo Chen smiled and nodded, and he walked out of the pavilion.

"It's Yingzhang!"

Gu Caiyi looked happy, "Brother Li has finally reached this step!"

Canglong contained worry, as if she remembered the danger of her own Nascent Soul formation back then; if Luo Chen hadn't helped, she might not have survived the lightning tribulation.

"Can Sect Master Li succeed?"

Luo Chen smiled, looking calm.

"Don't worry, Yingzhang's foundation is extremely solid, and few among his peers can surpass him. With such ample preparation over these years, it would be strange if he didn't succeed."

Li Yingzhang was a true representative of thick accumulation and thin hair.

Whether it was the Qi Refining stage or the Foundation Establishment stage, his cultivation speed was not fast, but every step was taken extremely solidly.

After reaching the Jin Dan stage, because of the sect's secular affairs, his cultivation speed was dragged down a lot.

But there were also benefits, which was that in the day-to-day tempering, he had almost no shortcomings.

Whether it was magic power or soul, it could be said that he was the leader among the Jin Dan cultivators of the current Luotian Sect.

This could be seen from the fact that he dared to be the first to announce his seclusion.

Not long after that aura appeared, the formation of the heavenly tribulation was a matter of an instant.

Subsequent developments did not exceed Luo Chen's expectations.

Resisting the heavenly might to undergo the lightning tribulation, the earth gushing golden lotuses to shape the Nascent Soul.

Amidst the anticipation of countless people, a long roar that sounded like a dragon's chant resounded through the blessed land.

As the dragon's chant ended.

Everyone flew toward Qinhua Mountain together.

Spiritual energy was misty, and clouds and fog shrouded it.

A refined middle-aged man walked out from it, his face now lacking the calmness of the past, but with a bit more high-spiritedness.

"When the sky breaks, the spirit soul reflects, in the depths of the nine heavens, the jade seal hangs!"

"Everyone, Li has not failed the expectations!"